Letter from Camp

I first read this story when our son, Evan, was about ten years old.  It cracked me up.  Needless to say, had I actually received this letter from him, I would have been petrified - enjoy!
 
Dear Mom & Dad,

Our Scoutmaster told us to write to our parents in case you saw the flood on TV and are worried.  We are okay.  Only one of our tents and two sleeping bags got washed away.  Luckily, none of us got drowned because we were all up on the mountain looking for Adam when it happened.

Oh yes, please call Adam’s mother and tell her he is okay.  He can’t write because of the cast.  I got to ride in one of the search and rescue jeeps.  It was neat.  We never would have found Adam in the dark if it hadn’t been for the lightning.
Scoutmaster Keith got mad at Adam for going on a hike alone without telling anyone.  Adam said he did tell him, but it was during the fire so he probably didn’t hear him.  Did you know that if you put gas on a fire, the gas will blow up?

The wet wood didn’t burn, but one of the tents did and also some of our clothes.  Matthew is going to look weird until his hair grows back.

We will be home on Saturday if Scoutmaster Keith gets the bus fixed.  It wasn’t his fault about the wreck.  The brakes worked okay when we left.  Scoutmaster Keith said that with a bus that old you have to expect something to break down; that’s probably why he can’t get insurance.

We think it’s a neat bus.  He doesn’t care if we get it dirty and if it’s hot, sometimes he lets us ride on the fenders.  It gets pretty hot with 45 people in a bus made for 24.  He let us take turns riding in the trailer until the highway patrol man stopped and talked to us.

Scoutmaster Keith is a neat guy.  Don’t worry, he is a good driver.  In fact, he is teaching Jessie how to drive on the mountain roads where there aren’t any cops.  All we ever see up there are logging trucks.

This morning all of the guys were diving off the rocks and swimming out to the rapids.  Scoutmaster Keith wouldn’t let me because I can’t swim, and Adam was afraid he would sink because of his cast; it’s concrete because we didn’t have any plaster, so he let us take the canoe out.  It was great.  You can still see some of the trees under the water from the flood.

Scoutmaster Keith isn’t crabby like some scoutmasters.  He didn’t even get mad about the life jackets.  He has to spend a lot of time working on the bus so we are trying not to cause him any trouble.

Guess what?  We have all passed our first aid merit badges.  When Andrew dived into the lake and cut his arm, we got to see how a tourniquet works.

Steven and I threw up, but Scoutmaster Keith said it probably was just food poisoning from the leftover chicken.  He said they got sick that way with food they ate in prison.  I’m so glad he got out and became our scoutmaster.  He said he sure figured out how to get things done better while he was doing his time.

I have to go now.  We are going to town to mail our letters and buy some more beer and ammo.  Don’t worry about anything.  We are fine.

Love,

Jimmie

Re: Letter from Camp

reminds me of camp grenada :)